Remember when Noah was first born, and I had delusions of becoming a great housewife?
Well, this week, I ruined three loads of laundry. THREE. First, I forgot that a load was in the washer and left it there for several days. All of those clothes now have a funky mildew smell. (Any advice?) Then, I washed a load without realizing that my purple uniball pen was in the pocket of my sweatpants. The whites (including Ryan's nice dress shirt and all of our underwear) now have a nice violet hue. And finally, and this one is the kicker, I did a load of Noah's clothes using fabric softener instead of laundry detergent. The fabric softener was in a big jug like detergent, and I just poured it right onto the clothes, not thinking. The undiluted blue liquid left splatter stains all over everything.
I swear I have been doing my own laundry for about ten years now without incident. How could I ruin three loads of laundry in one week?? I am a total idiot!
On top of all of my laundry mishaps, I am a complete failure in the kitchen. I can't remember the last time I cooked a real meal. My aspirations to make dinner more often now that I am a stay-at-home mom seem to have evaporated in the past few months. Not sure why--I just have no motivation to choose recipes (this step overwhelms me for some reason), then get to the grocery store (so much harder with a baby), and then slave away in our tiny and perpetually messy kitchen (yes, keeping the kitchen clean should be my responsibility too!).
And I ruined a pan of brownies today. Like, a boxed brownie mix. After living in Buffalo for four years, I am out of the habit of using the "high altitude" directions on the box, and our brownies came out hard as a rock.
I know, I'm awesome. Go ahead and call me Martha Stewart.